I'm not really sure where I should post this or even what I'm asking but all of the stuff in the media this week about Cornell Universityy has got me thinking about the past.
When I was 17 I got into a 'relationship' with a teacher who was at my School. At the time I think I just thought it was a bit risky and daring but now I look back with my daughter a similar age I realize what an abuse of position that was from him. I mean I was a child, and he was 31. A lot of people suspected this relationship at the time but nothing was ever said (to me at least)
I did end up having sex with him... I remember kissing on his bed and saying I didn't want to go further, then getting more and more undressed until we did it. I very clearly remember him walking me to my car afterwards putting me in the front seat and saying I hope you're okay I always feel like it's a little bit like rape when that happens but it's not is it because we were kissing and you wanted it to happen didn't you and I remember just nodding and driving away, then not really ever discussing it again. We carried on messing about for a few months until I basically kind of realised that it was all a bit wrong and I told him I didn't want anything to do with him (over the phone) . He cried and said I was the most amazing person he's ever met, and he wished me all the best... I couldn't get off the phone quick enough, saw him a couple of times in the months following and awkwardly said hello and then never saw him again.
It was a long time ago, the mid-90s and I don't really know what advice I want, I guess I'm just trying to get it off my chest - ive never really spoken about it, but I went from there into a series of terrible relationships (one physically abusive) until I met my husband who is fabulous.
I found this guy on Facebook recently because somebody posted something about him on the school alumni site and it just brought it all back. I don't know part of me think so I should just let sleeping dogs lie but the other part of me thinks what ifhr went on to do this to dozens of other young girls, as I've often wondered this over the years when stories come out in the media etc
I don't think I really want to do anything to disturb my happy life, maybe I should just seek therapy - I'll be honest even writing this post feels quite cathartic